Both cats are with me in the salon. Laurel is inside the box of the scratch post and Hardy is on the couch, next to me, grooming.

It is hard not to feel doom and gloom because whiskey is dying after 17 years. It is as if we will lose a big blessing in the next few days. May we honor his memory well. He is a stupendous calm and friendly affectionate dog so zen always. I pray to Buddha foraccompanying all of us in these difficult times with whiskey and hubby's job. May hubby keep his job. I fear we are in for some bad news for a while with the passing of whiskey.  May this impression simply be silliness. Om muni muni mahamuni svoha Om muni muni mahamuni svoha